The nurse is in.

Sweet, sweet praise

Yesterday was the big day. We met with the neurosurgeon. And after, we celebrated.

Liam’s tumor is small – too small to deal with the risks that brain surgery would entail. So for now, surgery is off the radar. We’ll monitor it with MRIs and keep seeing the neurosurgeon regularly, but unless it grows to over twice the size it is now it’ll stay right where it is.

He’ll stay on the anti-seizure meds indefinitely, but thankfully we won’t be cutting into his precious skull any time soon. Can you handle more good news? His off-the-charts head growth has slowed considerably. He’s gone from being outside of the normal range to in the 75th percentile. The neurosurgeon measured my head and hubby’s and said that’s exactly the size of head he’d expect. His speech has picked up over the last week too, so we’re not so worried about developmental delay. Wow, it’s been a good week.

Weeping may last for the night, But a shout of joy comes in the morning. (Psalm 30:5)